healing spray

The Wing shook as if in the grip of a giant fist. Farsight collided with a side bulwark as he lurched down the corridor, then strode onwards, pounding on a symbol demarking an emergency point as he went. An array of oval drawers slid out. He grabbed a lozenge-shaped aerosol and pocketed it in his fatigues before breaking into a loping run.
Reaching the end of the corridor, Farsight carefully laid Y’eldi in the second pod. The young pilot had passed out, his limbs heavy but unresponsive. He gingerly removed the knife-like shard of shrapnel from the pilot’s leg, then sprayed a copious amount of the aerosol’s contents on the wound. An ivory-hued medical solution expanded upon contact with the air to fill the deep red gash, sealing it amidst a swirl of cream and white. It was a messy job, and Farsight winced at the sight of it, but it would hold. He sealed the pod, nodded at Sylphwing, and set it on immediate launch.

Farsight: Empire of Lies